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"fnJv'tk&'!U ?,5; 4&4ifA MISUNDERSTANDINGByMaud BeasleyLizzie Holt, atTthe perfumery counter of the Twenty-five and Fifty Centstore, looked up at Maggie Parsons,her neighbor behind the toilet articles. "Gee! That's the third time oldSimmonds has spoken to me thismorning," she remarked."He must be getting stuck on you,Lizzie," replied her friend.Simmonds, the owner of the chainof stores, was a man between sixtyand seventy years of age. He had afringe of white whiskers under Hischin, he was not particularly wellgroomed or spruce; in short, he wasnot in the least the kind of elderlygentleman who would attract the affections of a pretty girl of twenty.Lizzie had secured her position thefirst day she looked for one. Shehad come up from the country, andwhen she had saved up the price of atrousseau a really elegant oneshe meant to let George Robbins, atpresent employed in their home townas manager of a little local store, leadher to the altar.Simmonds certainly appeared interested in Lizzie. Before th girlhad been in the store a month he hadalready contrived to have her summoned to his private office at least adozen times."How would you like to act as mystenographer, Miss Holt?" he Inquired upon the last of these occasions. "I don't know much about stenography," admitted Lizzie. "But I couldlearn, I suppose," she added, thinkingof the increased salary and the improved trousseau that would resulttherefrom."Well, I'll tell you what Til do,"said the old man, staring.at her in away that brought the blushes to iercheeksThen when you are competent, maybe there will be a place for you inhere."Seventeen comely young womenlooked daggers at Lizzie when shecame out of the office."What d'he say to you, Lizzie?" demanded Maggie resentfully. "Raisedyou?""Not yet, but soon," said Lizzie,humming a tune.The stenography lessons were afailure. Lizzie made no progress atr -j rTTnriwuHP-t' ' ' ' . -Atyfaz"He Must Be Getting Stuck on You,Lizzie."all. Her vain little head was filledwith the thought of the trousseau,and the hooks would turn the wrongway, and the consonants turn themselves into impossible angles. rMean-while Lizzie continued at the store.Simmondjs attentions were now thetall?- rf ovanrnna T .iTto tniilf? cfnn1Lfv)Uwu WAV Uuu.ufcj ,j lul I litn. Vi. vlwlJUUw Jdl VWUAU. HUlUUI'll pay for you. to learn at I it no longer.thtfjtnfghtchooloiutiietnext MackJi Ifiheafatstotakeva"n intejresfefaixm&. -,'IMM.Btfo.Wti!